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Betrayal

Betrayal

The knife is within inches of my heart as I stand holding it together, tremendously falling

apart. I stare at a face promising never to tell me lies, as I smell the scent of another on

your clothes and discover passionate scratches on skin, Thursday seems to be a really special day because you turn your phone off and decline to comment.

Magnificent liar you’ve inspired such random desires of us and I fall in love all over again

But I’m entrapped in a web of lies and soon the veil of betrayal covers me.

Lured with seductive intellect I’m a victim of doubt, He would not do this to me he loves me and wants me and never gets tired of his desires for me, but  was this betrayal of my own accord?

Trusting you with my flaws, baring in front of you insecure confidence I allowed you to devour every inch of my scar riddled body, as I reluctantly released the key to this wounded heart once again I face betrayal.

Love seems to come with a clause and I neglected to read the fine print; see I dove head first for this shit. The reality of love I can’t completely explain, and the pain of betrayal lingers like the smell of cheap perfume.

I carve love across my chest large enough for you to see the letters bleed a crimson reminder of Betrayal I loved you!

MCH

11; 39 pm Thursday 04-20-2014

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Monica Hines

Good write, Thanks for sharing

  • Love seems to come with a clause and I neglected to read the fine
  • print; see I dove head first for this shit. The reality of love I can’t
  • completely explain, and the pain of betrayal lingers like the smell of
  • cheap perfume.
  • I carve love across my chest large enough for you to see the letters bleed a crimson reminder of Betrayal I loved you!

Regards & Love

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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